Category: Books (page 2 of 3)
(Apologies for the “snowing” blog. I have no control over it.)
This week I:
Baked a Christmas cake (which unfortunately burnt side and base but – I have been informed – is otherwise immensely edible)
Met a friend I haven’t seen for a while.
Cleaned the kitchen
Wrote an article for a lighting magazine
Sat through KS1 Nativity (Mary and Joseph were in need of relationship counseling, and one Roman soldier was definitely method acting)
Visited the vet – twice (apparently I own a “princess” and I am her “daddy” – I don’t think so)
Edited content of new website for the lighting company. (I’m now a dab-hand at WordPress and Visual Composer – who’d have thought?)
Taught for 2 days.
Sorted out the most important Christmas present of them all and started writing my cards.
Seen my first public space lighting project after dark for the first time (very proud of myself)
My current books are Autumn by Ali Smith (which is making me nearly miss tube stops) and Bryant and May On The Loose by Christopher Fowler
Music is currently a nostalgic but sadly relevant revisit to The The’s Infected and Dusk, and Christine and the Queen’s Chaleur Humaine, which I find very calming.
So a very constructive week which unfortunately cannot be sustained as I have run out of money.
I need another job. Any offers?
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness and aching joints.
When I was younger I used to find Autumn a depressing time of year. As I get older I have come to love it more and more. In fact I am pretty obsessed (there’s a word I can never spel) with the seasons. I think part of it is because I grew up on the edge of a North Yorkshire town.
One of my Books To Read List is Francis Spufford’s Golden Hill. Of interest to New Yorkers, and American readers in general.
If anyone wants to get there before me, Waterstone’s have it as one of their five October Books of the Month.
One of the others, Gorky Park by Martin Cruz Smith is a great read. And a good film.
I’m reading two really depressing books at the moment and have to confess I picked up a copy of Girl On A Train for when I have finished them.
(Hush! I have a secret shop – not primarily a bookshop – where I often get paperbacks.)
I hate click-through advertising on websites, although I understand why it exists and how it is used.
But some of you will have noticed that I have links to Waterstones and Barnes & Noble on my book reviews. I’ve done this to support the shops, rather than the shops supporting me. If you click through and buy a book from Waterstones I’ll get about 7p!
But I believe in books and bookshops and I hate Amazon, so that’s why I’ve done it.
And you won’t be seeing Google Ads.
I am huge fan too of Fred Vargas, whose series of detective books featuring Commissaire Adamsberg are one of the most entertaining offbeat crime books around. I always read the latest Adamsberg book on holiday, and was very upset to find that the latest was not ready for my holiday. A disgrace. However she has another set of books whose protagonists are three young men called Marc, Lucien and Matthias, known collectively as the title of the first book the Three Evangelists. This second book in the series has been a long time coming in translation but is well worth the wait. If you don’t know her books start with The Chalk Circle Man (Adamsberg number one), and The Three Evangelists. The beautifully translated (by Sian Reynolds) books are eccentric and funny – and I guess are a bit of an acquired taste. I love them. Will you?
Hard to categorise but I loved this book. It’s sort of Dickensian and Gothic but so, so, so much more; politics, science, faith, medicine, folklore, business, the supernatural and social injustice all wrapped up in an extraordinary tale. It’s a book to get lost in with a plot full of twists and turns, and characters that live in your head. It’s all set against a beautiful evocation of the Essex countryside changing through the seasons in the late 19th century. Wonderful.